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“Jisung suggested something to try to get people to back off,” Hyunjin steps closer, reaching out to poke Jeongin right on the sternum. Jeongin scowls, picking up his bowl and starting for his room, leaving Hyunjin trailing on his heels. “And I was thinking that you’d be the perfect candidate!”
“Because Jisung is always full of good ideas,” Jeongin snorts, dropping into his desk chair, whatever game he’s in the middle of playing idling on screen.
“This one is a good idea! I just need you to give me a few hickeys and it’ll keep the bastards away from me for at least a week!”
Jeongin chokes. Full on coughing, hunched over his bowl spluttering. When he regains the ability to talk, his voice is strained, “Excuse me?”
(OR: in an effort to get customers to stop hitting on him, hyunjin asks his best friend to mark him up)
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17 Jun 2026
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“I said I wanted to meet in person because I knew you’d hang up on me if we talked over the phone. You’re very predictable, you know that?”
“You have one minute,” Hongjoong said, jaws clenching.
Wooyoung paused and brought his hands to his lips. “I thought about what you said that night. About breaking up San and Seonghwa.”
Hongjoong snorted. “Yeah, that was a joke.”
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Soccer is all Kim Hongjoong knows. In a high-stakes season, Hongjoong teams up with rival captain Jung Wooyoung to break up their newly dating teammates. Hongjoong learns there’s far more to Wooyoung than the arrogant midfielder he appears to be on the pitch.
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17 Jun 2026
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Seungmin ignores him, smacking the folder onto the desk, flipping it open without looking, sliding it across the surface towards Minho. “It doesn’t matter. This was in the lease. You signed, right—” he taps the bottom corner, Minho’s initials perfectly legible. “Here.”
“Excuse me?” Minho leans forward.
“Paragraph nineteen subsection C,” Seungmin says, not even looking down as he recites the document word for word. “Lease is not voidable in the case of suspected paranormal activity.” He pounds his finger on the period.
Minho laughs. A short, barked thing, completely disbelieving. “You’re kidding me.”
“I’m really not,” Seungmin’s face pinches up into the sort of fake, squinted smile someone gives when they’re being an asshole. No remorse.
(OR: Minho has ghosts, Jisung hunts ghosts)
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17 Jun 2026
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Fake-flirting does, apparently, lead to fake-butterflies, Keeho realises. Not the ink type, the my stomach just did something stupid and traitorous kind. Keeho wishes he could blame the alcohol, like he usually does. One shot isn’t enough for that, though, so this time he'll have to blame the crowd and the lights.
It's not the fact that Jiung is too close. He doesn’t need to think about it any harder than that.
(or: Jiung wants revenge. His ex hates Keeho. Easy math.)
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16 Jun 2026
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“What did you do to have Jiung abandon you?” Taeyang teased as he sat down on the opposite side of the booth.
Keeho leisurely leaned against his hand, immediately feeling more at ease when Taeyang was within reach. “He couldn’t handle my insightful commentary on the musical choices in this bar.”
“Really? With the way you were staring at me, I would’ve guessed something else.”
What he and Taeyang were doing was just fun, Keeho told himself.
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16 Jun 2026